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G-Unit (What)

We in here (What)

We can get the drama popping

We don't care (What, what, what)

It's going down (What)

'Cause I'm around (What)

You know how I gets down (Down)


What up, Blood? (What)

What up, Cuz? (What)

What up, Blood? (What)

What up, Gangstaaa?

What up, Blood? (What)

What up, Cuz? (What)

What up, Blood? (What)

What up, Gangstaaa?


They say I walk around like got an "S" on my chest

Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest

I try not to say nothing, the DA might want to play in court

But I'll hunt or duck a nigga down like it's sport

Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya

You getting money? I can't none with ya then f**k ya

I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I.

I'm the type that'll kill your connect when the coke price rise

Gangstas, they bump my shit then they know me

I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies

Hundred G's I stash it (what), the mack I blast it (yeah)

D's come we dump the diesel and battery acid

This flow's been mastered, the ice I flash it

Chokes me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard

I'm on the next level, right lane forget bezzle

Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, god (what)


What up, Blood? (What)

What up, Cuz? (What)

What up, Blood? (What)

What up, Gangstaaa?

What up, Blood? (What)

What up, Cuz? (What)

What up, Blood? (What)

What up, Gangstaaa?


We don't play that

We don't play that

We don't play that (G-Unit)

We don't play around


I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder

When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger?

When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunder

In December I'll make your block feel like summer

The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine

Every chick I f**k with is a dime

I'm like Patty LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own

Where I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rolling stone

Cross my path I'll crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya

I'll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches

Industry hoe f**kers, in the hood they love us

Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas


What up, Blood? (What)

What up, Cuz? (What)

What up, Blood? (What)

What up, Gangstaaa?

What up, Blood? (What)

What up, Cuz? (What)

What up, Blood? (What)

What up, Gangstaaa?


We don't play that

We don't play that

We don't play that (G-Unit)

We don't play around

We don't play that

We don't play that

We don't play that (G-Unit)

We don't play around

We don't play that

We don't play that

We don't play that (G-Unit)

We don't play around

We don't play that

We don't play that

We don't play that (G-Unit)

We don't play around



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